Without a Sound

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Chapter 32

Sora

I woke up with a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach… it was nice.

A small amount of light was bending through the blinds in the window of Leon's room.

When I noticed the smell of cooking from the kitchen I sat up and moved to get out of the bed when I noticed a cold, sticky substance on the sheets next to me and around my nether regions.

My eyes widened when I realized what I had done. The nice dream that I had, was now all over Leon's bed sheets!

Heat flushed to my face before I went into panic mode.

I JIZZED ALL OVER MY BOYFRIEND'S BED! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL HIM? 'Good morning Leon! I had a wet dream about you last night and came all over your bed. Sorry! I guess you'll just have to wash that later!'

I paced the bedroom back and forth trying to think of a way I could just pretend this never happened and it all turn out okay… that was definitely not something that could be done.

I mean, I basically told Leon that I wasn't ready to have sex with him. But apparently, in my dreams… I'm all over it!

If I could groan in shame… I would be doing it right now. I can't believe I did that! I'm a pervert freak! What am I going to do! Leon's either going to be mad or think I'm a weirdo… or both!

I sat on the edge of the bed and covered my face in shame… there was no easy way out of this… I'm such an idiot!

-Without a Sound-

Leon

It was a nice day outside and the quiet of the house was comforting as I made breakfast. I moved leisurely about the kitchen, feeling relaxed and tranquil. I placed plates on the table and finished cooking the food. When everything was set I moved towards my bedroom to wake Sora for breakfast.

When I opened the door to the bedroom, Sora was sitting at the edge of the bed covering his face.

He looked up at me, his face was pale and his eyes watery with fright.

I ran over to him. "Are you okay Sora? Did you have a nightmare? Are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself?" I asked him this slowly as I looked him over.

Sora's face suddenly turned red before he signed. 'I soiled your bed sheets! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was doing it! I'm sorry! I'll clean it! I'm sorry! Don't be mad please… I promise I won't ever do it again!' His hands moved so frantically I could barely understand what he was signing.

I looked at him. He looked at me with a wince and I smiled.

"You really freaked me out for a second, I thought for sure you had hurt yourself or had a nightmare. Baby, they're just sheets. It's okay. I'm a dude, you're a dude, it happens. Don't worry about it. You freak out over the smallest things sometimes." I said and signed before chuckling.

To be completely honest, I could care less for those sheets. So what if the kid came on my sheets, I was more focused on that fact that he came thinking about me.

Even though I knew this… I had to ask.

"Your wet dream was about me right?" I asked and signed.

The red color of blush enveloped the entirety of his face, including his forehead and ears.

Sora nodded before covering his face again. I laughed and ruffled his hair. I took his hands from his face. "Let's go eat breakfast, shall we?" I asked.

Sora fidgeted a little and gave me an uncomfortable look. "Wanna take a shower first?" I asked.

Sora nodded and sighed. 'Could I wash some of my clothes? I didn't pack for the whole weekend… '

'You can if you want to but you can just borrow one of my shirts if you want. You know, to save you the trouble of waiting for your clothes to dry and such.' I signed.

Sora nodded and I moved to my closet to hand him a shirt. I decided I would just give him a maroon button down shirt that I never wore. I never liked wearing the color… it didn't suit me.

Sora took the shirt happily along with his bag before trotting over to the bathroom for a shower.

I shook my head… he was easy to please.

I moved back to the kitchen, I placed the food in the oven to conserve the heat, then moved into the living room and opened the sign language book I had been studying recently. I smiled… I never thought communicating with my hands like this could be so complex. It really was a language. The same amount of emotions that one feels when they speak can be expressed just as well through hands.

I couldn't help but think that when I have conversations with Sora, in sign language, we're in a more intimate circle. We can both give and receive… And that was something I hadn't ever noticed or I guess I took it for granted when I did.

I was trying to sign the word 'sink' when I heard Sora making his way to the living room. I placed the book down and stood when Sora spotted me.

His hair drooped from dampness, but he looked refreshed and his eyes were bright with overall jollity. I smiled when I noticed that my shirt stopped an inch or two above his knees and the sleeves were way too long. He looked smaller than he actually was. He looked adorable. The pervy part of me was tempted to make him take off his jeans underneath and just walk around in my shirt, but I quickly shook away the thought.

We moved to the kitchen and I took the food from the oven and placed it on the table. Sora smiled and helped himself to everything, without really thinking about what he was doing.

He then proceeded to truck through the food as though he were a homeless person who hadn't had a decent meal in a month. I sat there and watched him eat with a small smile on my face.

It was after about a minute that Sora finally realized he was eating like a savage. He slowed down significantly with a blush on his face.

"Don't stop on my account, please continue." I said before starting my own food.

Sora continued to eat slowly, but it gradually picked up speed until it reached a happy medium.

When breakfast was over I looked to him. 'I should take you home.' I signed.

Sora's face fell a little before nodding. I kissed his forehead before clearing the plates from the table and placing them in the sink.

'I should get my stuff then?' Sora signed.

I nodded and followed Sora to the back to grab a shirt and my keys.

The drive to Sora's house was a small one, but it marked the conclusion of an eventful weekend. My bike slowed to a stop in front of the house and I turned off the bike.

Sora dismounted the bike and handed me my helmet. I gave him a small smile and took it from him.

Sora looked at me as if he was waiting for something.

I got off the bike before I lifted my hands. 'I know a lot of things happened this weekend… but I hope the good parts outweighed the bad ones… and I hope we can spend another weekend together some other time…' I signed, slightly hesitant.

Sora beamed at me before pecking my lips. He pulled away quickly but I grabbed his hand.

"Was that really how you were going to kiss me goodbye?" I asked.

Sora blushed before moving closer. I met him halfway and connected out lips. Sora sighed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his waist.

When we pulled away from each other, we said our goodbyes and I watched him enter his house. After he was inside, I drove home.

-Without a Sound-

'So, how was your weekend?' My mother asked as soon as I could look at her waving hands.

I smiled. 'It was really great.'

She smiled. 'I'm glad. But you'll never guess what happened while you were gone!' my mother signed with a giggle.

I gave her a puzzled look.

'Some kid named Brian called asking for you. I couldn't understand why he was so upset when I said you couldn't speak to him. The poor boy must of forgot about the fact that your deaf and mute… is he a friend of yours?' Mom signed.

I laughed silently. Only Brian would forget that I'm completely useless when it comes to telephone calls.

'Yeah. He's a friend of mine. He's a strange one…' I signed.

My mother laughed before moving into the kitchen. I walked up the stairs and smiled when Pluto came running towards me. I was scratching behind his ears when my brother came out of his room.

'I thought you'd never come back!' Roxas signed with a look of exasperation.

'What's up?' I asked with my hands.

'Nothing… I just missed you.' Roxas signed with a shrug before giggling at his sudden mood change.

I shook my head at him before moving into my room. I had to do my homework for Monday quick before I started reminiscing about my weekend with Leon.

I moved to my school books but paused when there was a hand on my shoulder. 'How was the weekend?' Roxas signed.

I smiled. 'It was really great.' I repeated the signs.

'That's great and all, but I was hoping you'd give me a longer answer…' Roxas seemed to say before sitting on my bed.

I chuckled silently. 'We watched a movie, ate food, went to a basketball game and stuff…' I signed.

Roxas smiled. 'That's really cute!' he signed while he spoke.

I smiled before I signed that one of the basketball players on the winning team was deaf and that I had gotten a chance to sign with him.

'Cool! Was he nice?' he asked with his hands.

I nodded with a beam. 'He said we was glad he could sign with me. His name is Jacob.' I answered.

'You really look like you had a great time… and by the way, are you wearing his clothes?' Roxas signed.

I blushed. 'Yes.'

Roxas seemed to laugh. 'Knowing you… Mr. Leonhart won't get his shirt back any time soon…'

I made a hissing noise while smiling goofily. Roxas pulled me into a hug and I returned the hug.

We pulled apart and Roxas signed. 'I'm so happy for you… Seeing you so happy… I feel as if there's been a weight lifted off of all of our shoulders. I only wish you could feel this happy all the time.' Roxas signed.

I didn't have to look at his hands to realize what he was trying to tell me. The sincerity and pure love and joy that I could see in his demeanor… I couldn't describe it… it was almost as if his body was speaking to me and I was capable of hearing and receiving all of it. I could almost hear his messages in my head.

These moments… they are very few and far between.

'I love you, brother.' I signed.

Roxas copied my hands with a smile before getting up to leave. When he closed the door behind him, I began my homework for the next school day.

-Without a Sound-

I got to school early again today to practice some basketball. I was making my way to the door when a glint of sunlight on a certain motorcycle caught my eye. I grabbed the door handle and looked back at my boyfriend as he took off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair.

I smiled before entering the school. I moved quickly towards the gym and when I got there someone was already practicing.

The captain… Tseng.

I quickly moved to the locker room to change. Though I was less shy about my body now, I would still look around every minute or so to see if someone was coming.

I left the locker room and moved to the gym. I watched in amazement as Tseng moved about the three-point line shooting the ball into the hoop. I could almost imagine the swishing noise every ball would make as they passed through.

After that second of amazement, I put on a determined face and grabbed a ball from the basket next to the bleachers. I dribbled up net to Tseng and began to shoot as well.

When we finished, not one ball missed the hoop. Tseng looked at me.

'You have surprisingly good accuracy for such a rigid form.' He seemed to say.

I wouldn't deny that I was a little affronted by his statement but I nodded and watched as he continued to speak.

'You're almost like a machine, it's very easy to predict you're trajectory and movements. You have to be more fluid… in a game setting, anything can happen…' his mouth formed.

I nodded again.

'Try again.' He said.

I moved to shoot when suddenly the ball was taken from me. He passed me the ball.

'Again.'

I moved to shoot the ball when suddenly Tseng jumps and grabs the ball as it moved towards the hoop.

'As you can see, you need more variation… believe me… if it were that easy to make it in the hoop every time, basketball wouldn't be a professional sport.' I read.

With a sigh, I tried to simply shoot the ball without calculation. The ball missed… completely.

Basketball wasn't just applied math…

I got the ball again and took a shot. It missed again…

I ran a hand though my hair and threw the ball down to watch it roll up the court.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt a pair of hands push me to the gym floor. I looked in shock to see Tseng hover over me.

He was angry…

'That's pathetic. Basketball isn't easy. If you thought you could master it quickly than you're highly mistaken. There are no prodigies here! People make rivers of blood, sweat, and tears before they achieve anything in this sport! And for you to give up so soon, after throwing the ball into the air and expecting it to go in the hoop, it's insulting! If you don't want to try, you need to quit the team and find a more suitable game for yourself. Try tic-tac-toe, that's probably the only game you'll master with the amount of effort you put in. To think I actually thought highly of you…' He seemed to yell. His face was reddened in anger.

I glared at him for a second before standing and moving back to the locker room. I wasn't giving up… and I certainly didn't think that basketball was easy… What did Tseng know? He didn't know of the times I spent exercising, calculating, practicing, and working to get where I am. I didn't like being judged and I didn't like feeling guilty for something that I certainly didn't and will never do.

I will never give up on basketball or math. And I was better than tic-tac-toe…

I rammed my fist against the locker door before sinking to the floor. My shoulder shuddered with anger and undeserved guilt. I threw off my gym clothes and pulled back on my school ones. I didn't realize I was crying hysterically while doing this until I realized the backs of my hands were soaked with tears and I could barely see in front of me with the amount of water in my eyes. I wiped my face with shaky hands before leaving the locker room and the gym.

Tseng would see that he was wrong, and he would see that I don't underestimate basketball.

The whole way up the stairs to homeroom I was wiping violently at my eyes. When I finally sat at my desk, I had to cover my face. It was still leaking tears. Which only made me angrier.

My eyes had finally dried after homeroom and I moved swiftly to Leon's classroom. Just seeing him and smelling the faint scent of him in the classroom would make me feel better.

The minute I opened the door to his room, the lump in my throat receded and I relaxed.

I moved into the room and greeted Leon happily. I was about to move to my seat when he grabbed my hand.

'Why were you crying?' he signed.

I gave him a puzzled look. How did he know?

'You're face and eyes are red.' He signed as an answer to my unasked question.

'It's nothing… I was angry with someone.' I replied and moved to my seat when others started to enter the room.

A/N: Review and I will write more and have it done this weekend. ^.^